"But you recently used the power of the prophet." Su Yang asked pointedly, "Since Captain Cen hates everything about the prophet so much, why did you use the power he left behind?"

Cen Mingming pressed his lips into a straight line, he said nothing, his face was so dark that water could drip out of it.

Su Yang softened his tone and said, "We will discuss the handling of the last layer of heretics later."

"I absolutely disagree with indiscriminate destruction. This goes against the original intention of establishing the Bureau of Heresy. We are not seeking hostility towards heretics, but a more reasonable attitude and method, whether it is containment, imprisonment, or researching weaknesses. As members of the Bureau of Heresy, the moment we step into this place -"

Su Yang raised his eyes and said, "The boundary between us and heretics has become blurred."

"How you deal with heretics is how you deal with us."

Cen Mingming kept walking inside. Gradually, the light around him became brighter, and the heretic numbers on the door valves on both sides were clearly visible - 0056, 0055...

It was obvious that these heretics had been detained very early, but even after being detained for such a long time, no reasonable method of detention had been found.

When he walked to the side of Heretic 0009, Cen Mingming stopped walking. He raised his eyes and looked at the cold iron gate for a long time without moving.

"I don't care about other heretics." Cen Mingming said in a cold tone, "But the destruction of Heretic 0009 should be put on the agenda."

"Heretic 0009?" Su Yang frowned. "But that is a heretic in the top-secret file of the Prophet that cannot be easily moved or destroyed. Why did Captain Cen suddenly mention destroying this heretic?"

Cen Mingming looked down at Su Yang with his bright yellow right eye and said indifferently, "Because it's getting out of control."

In the dark corridor, only a faint halo of light fell on Cen Mingming's epaulettes, emitting a cold light. He stood quietly in front of the door, as if he wanted to merge with the heretics surging over from the surroundings. After a while, Cen Mingming reached out his hand and pushed open the door of Heretic 0009.

There was a table inside the door, and on the table was only one thing: a gun.

Cen Mingming walked over, pushed away the gun, looked at the heretic 0009 file under the ring, lowered his eyelids, reached out and opened it——

——【Heresy Number 0009】

[Name of heretic: First-generation hunter Cen Mingming]

[…The original first-generation hunter, whose spirit was completely reduced in the 0317 world line, had the first riot, was dismissed from his hunter position, stripped of his prophet authority, and became the captain of the second detachment, which was handed over to the captain of the third detachment, the second-generation hunter Tang Erda…]

[… So far, there has been no intention to harm anyone in this world line. There is a tendency to recover. I am staying on duty for observation…]

In the 0317 world line, Cen Mingming shot and killed six people suspected of selling rose perfume in Bai Liu's "Truth or Dare" game - and the gun in this room was that gun.

Five of them were actually sold, but one was only involved and did not have time to sell.

Lu Station dismissed Cen Mingming from his hunter position and imprisoned Cen Mingming of that world line according to the regulations until the last moment of that world.

Cen Mingming died in the room where he was imprisoned.

Lu Yizhang originally thought that in the next world line, Cen Mingming could forget everything and start over, and he would never again involve Cen Mingming in the game between him and Bai Liu. Cen Mingming could simply exist as the captain of the second team of the Heresy Processing Bureau.

He catches the heretics he wants to catch, trains the team members he wants to train, and in a precarious world, he draws his gun to protect the people he wants to protect, and he will not go to extremes because he knows too much.

However, what Lu Yizhan did not expect was that Cen Mingming had already become a heretic during his more than 300 reincarnations as a hunter.

His memory cannot be reset, and his soul jumps between the carriers named [Cen Mingming] between world lines, like a monster that can't stop killing with hatred. He can only remember forever those who have caused harm - this is the price of being a hunter, and this is the pain that must be paid after participating in the game.

——The evil god smiled and said that he would remember it forever.

He is a Hunter abandoned by the Prophet.

Cen Mingming still remembers the look in Lu Yizhan's eyes when he found out that he still had memory - shock, disbelief, and sadness.

Then the Lu Station took him in as a heretic and even retained his position as the leader of the second team, but only monitored him.

"Lu Yizhan." Cen Mingming looked at Lu Yizhan working on his file beside him, crossed his arms and said calmly, "Since you think I did something wrong in my last life, you don't want to use me anymore."

"You might as well kill me."

"If I did something wrong, I did something wrong. You don't have to show mercy to me."

Lu Yizhan paused as he was writing. He lowered his head and continued writing, his voice flat: "...You have already died once, so you have paid for your sins."

"The previous world line is the matter of the previous world line, and this world line is the matter of this world line. If we settle accounts across time and space, then everyone will have to pay a different price for things they haven't done."

"What's the difference?" Cen Mingming asked unmoved, "It's the same soul, the same me."

"If it happened again, I would make the same choice."

"But you in this world line." Lu Yizhan finally raised his head, with a clear determination in his eyes, "You haven't done it yet, right?"

Cen Mingming and Lu Yizhan stared at each other for a while, and he slowly looked away: "... Lu Yizhan, don't you understand yet..."

"No matter which world line it is, people who have done something wrong will never change."

"One day, I will do the same thing as in that world line."

The pen in Lu Yizhan's hand remained still for a long time before he put down a stroke. His voice was barely audible: "... Wait until you really do it."

"I will kill you with my own hands."

——Just like Fang Dian killed the rebellious captain of the second team.

Cen Mingming closed the file of Heretic 0009, turned around and left the room. Before he finally left, he looked back at the heretic numbered [0001] at the end of the corridor.

——The heresy called "Future".

All the heretics on this level cannot be contained by ordinary methods. In addition to the danger and uncertainty, it is because all the heretics on this entire level are more or less related to humans - some are heretics transformed by humans, such as 0009, and some are heretics using humans as carriers, such as [Eyeballs Store Food].

To destroy this level of heresy is to destroy the person himself, so what Su Yang said is not wrong.

But the only heresy that Cen Mingming didn't know who it was related to was "Future".

It is said that everyone who has peeked into the future has gone crazy, and the only one who is not crazy is Bai Liu.

Cen Mingming has never peeked into the [future], because he has already guessed what his [future] will be like. And the guy from Lu Station has never peeked into the future either. This guy rarely even makes predictions. He clearly has the skill of [prophet], but is always unwilling to use it.

Cen Mingming asked Lu Yizhan why he was unwilling.

Lu Yizhan always smiled foolishly and shook his head: "Because I don't want to know."

“I’m afraid [the future] will be different than what I thought it would be.”

"Captain Cen." A team member's voice came from the surveillance camera, "It's time, come up."

Cen's unclear gaze paused for a moment, then he turned around and walked towards the darkness with a steady voice: "Yeah."

"Give me half a day off tomorrow. I have something to do and won't be out on the field."

The team member replied: "Okay, Captain Cen."

In the game, the Wandering Circus Guild, meeting room.

"The competition is tomorrow. There are four teams that have advanced to the semi-finals. In addition to us, there are Deer Hunter, Killer Sequence, and Gambler Guild." Wang Shun sighed, "The ones who have the right to draw lots are Killer Sequence and Deer Hunter. We were drawn by Deer Hunter."

Mu Sicheng looked at the system panel that Wang Shun had clicked on with a little chill down his spine: "Is there something like that in their team, a neurotic guy, Xiao Chou?"

"Little Ugly Daniel, the Deer Hunter's ace attacker this year." Wang Shun's voice trembled uncontrollably when he mentioned this name. "Skill... Soul Crushing Spear."

"The CD is 15 minutes per round. After a round, you can fire a green bullet. If the bullet hits you, your soul will be shattered immediately, and your death-free gold medal will be invalid... It is said that players who die from this gun cannot be resurrected. They will disappear in the game and cannot even log out."

"This is the most dangerous and most discussed skill this year. Because of this skill, Xiao Chou's popularity has soared since the mid-season tournament and is currently ranked ninth."

"And their team's president and tactician [Unknown Executioner] ranked third, just behind Nishen and Spade. This year, excluding the Killer Sequence, the second team has two members in the top ten in popularity."

Wang Shun took a deep breath, then reached out and tapped the system panel, his tone and expression very serious:

"The executioner's skill is the [Death Ring]. We have introduced it before. This [Death Ring] can generate many kinds of punishment items. The most terrifying one is a well."

A picture popped up on the panel, showing a pitch-black well. There seemed to be countless monsters surging in the well, stretching out their hands covered in sticky blood, trying to grab the people above and drop them down. The edge of the well mouth was glowing an abnormal silver-blue luster.

"This well is called the Sinner's Well. It can trap people who the executioner considers guilty. It is absolutely impossible for players trapped inside to get out on their own. Most of the players who were trapped here and failed to get out also died in reality."

Wang Shun took a deep breath: "——Even if there is a golden medal of immunity from death."

"This skill has a cooldown of thirty minutes, but once activated, it can also last for thirty minutes."

"I believe you will understand it when you hear the description of this skill." Wang Shun exhaled slowly, "Whether it is the Executioner or Xiao Chou, some people speculate that their skills are rule skills."

"——In short, it is a skill bestowed by God."

"The only good news for us is that no matter it is Choujo or Executioner, their skills can only target one person at a time, [Sinner Well] can only swallow one player at a time, and bullets can only shoot one team member at a time."

Wang Shun forced a smile.

There was silence on the field, no one answered. Tang Erda's face was emotionless, and murderous aura spread all over his body. He spoke slowly: "No matter what method is used, Xiao Chou must be killed at the beginning."

"You must not let his bullets touch it."